Summer Days and Summer Nights: Twelve Love Stories by Perkins Stephanie

Author:Perkins, Stephanie [Perkins, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult, Romance, Contemporary, Anthologies, Fantasy
ISBN: 9781466891753
Amazon: B015MQS3U0
Goodreads: 27423011
Publisher: St. Martin's Griffin
Published: 2016-05-17T07:00:00+00:00

Dear reader, I want to assure you that this is not a story about love or romance, regardless of what you may have read on the cover. There are quite enough of those stories already, thank you very much. No, this is a story about two people who insisted that love was only for fools.

The first of our two heroes was Lena Cole. She had piercing blue eyes, beautifully precise features, and long black hair pulled back in a practical yet not unattractive way. She moved through the grounds of the Hotel del Arte Spa and Resort with the confidence that came from experience and routine. Although just shy of eighteen, in the few summers she had worked at the resort, she had made herself an indispensable member of the staff.

She passed the dining room, laid for breakfast. “Good morning, Ms. Nalone.”

An older woman with bleach-blond hair and a deep tan sipped her mimosa. “Good morning, Lena.”

Lena Cole knew the name and habits of every guest of the past three years and could recognize them on sight. Ms. Nalone, a divorcée several times over, was a regular. Her son, Vito Nalone, age nineteen, would not be out of bed for at least another hour.

Lena continued down the hallway. As she passed the game room, she said, “Nearly time to start work, Zeke.”

A spritely boy of sixteen with spiky black hair sat on a beanbag, destroying zombies on a massive flat-screen TV. He wore the white polo shirt and tan khaki shorts that were required of all the resort staff. He shut off the game and gave Lena a sharp salute.

Lena smiled and moved on, greeting guests and nodding cordially to other staff members. When she reached the lobby, she saw the manager. Like Lena and Zeke, Brice Ghello wore the staff uniform. His hair was very short, with only a little fringe of bangs that jutted out perfectly parallel to the ground.

“Lena, good, I was just about to text you.” Brice examined his clipboard as if it contained all the truths of the universe, which, to his mind, it did. “I need you to pick up Arlo Kean at the train station.”

“Oh yes,” said Lena. “The new boy. Have you decided where to put him yet?”

Brice shook his head. “Bring him to orientation at noon. I’ll decide then. Oh, but make sure you check on the Ficollos before you go.”

“I was just on my way.”

Lena rode the elevator up to the penthouse suite. Magnus Ficollo was the owner. But he was not the sort of owner who saved the penthouse for special VIPs. To his mind, the whole point of owning a resort was so he could take the penthouse whenever he and his daughter liked. And at the beginning of summer—when the spring rains had stopped but the intense heat of midsummer had not yet begun—they liked it very much.

It was Lena’s primary responsibility to ensure that Mr. Ficollo and his beloved daughter, Isabella, had everything they needed. When she knocked on their door, Isabella opened it.

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